I’m tired of only seeing blue and green eyes romanticized. Brown eyes may not hold the sky or the sea or the field but they do hold the secrets of the earth, they are the rocks on which lovesick sailors find themselves marooned, they are the trees of the ancient forests
Brown eyes hold the fury of the bucking earth, the rumble of the very ground beneath our feet. So lost are we in the trees and the sky and the sea that we forget the coiled strength of the ground beneath us, the beautiful bounties we see due to the richness of the earth in which they grow. Do not scorn the earth, lest the earth swallow you whole and press your bones to diamonds.